"I knew it," Cesare breathes into his wine. He bites his lower lip and squints at Iago's hair. "If I may?" He doesn't wait for an answer but leans across and zealously plucks at Iago's bangs.
Then he slumps back, eyes glittering. "You're having me on." Thank god he doesn't say, take it from me, you don't have to sport horns to be marked by the devil.